The famous sayings about chrysanthemums are as follows:

When you pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain. ——Tao Yuanming, "Drinking and Building a House in a Human Environment" Wait until the Double Ninth Festival to bring chrysanthemums. ——Meng Haoran's "Crossing the Old Friend's Village" It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers after all the flowers are in bloom. ——Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum"

The incense formation reaching the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor. ——Huang Chao's "Ode to Chrysanthemums after Budi" There is no rain cover when the lotus is gone, but there are still proud frost branches among the chrysanthemums. ——Su Shi's "Gift to Liu Jingwen"

Its shape is as graceful as a startled giant, as graceful as a wandering dragon, with glorious autumn chrysanthemums and gorgeous spring pine trees. It seems like the moon is covered by light clouds, and the fluttering snow is like the flowing wind. ——Cao Zhi's "Ode to the Goddess of Luo"

It is rare in this world to smile, and you must return home with your head full of chrysanthemums. ——Du Mu's "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days" I call the chrysanthemum a hermit flower. ——Zhou Dunyi's "Shuo on Love of Lotus" If the flowers bloom and there are hundreds of flowers, the fun of being independent and sparse is not exhausted. ——Zheng Sixiao's "Cold Chrysanthemum"

Sad autumn is approaching late, and the dew has turned into frost. The reeds all over Zhugashi turn white at first, and then turn yellow when stained with chrysanthemums. ——Yan Can's "White Dew Turns into Frost" The autumn scenery is worth mentioning, with red leaves all over the mountains and streams. The pine path is suitable, and the yellow chrysanthemums surround the eastern fence. ——Guan Hanqing's "Double Tune·Jasper Flute"

On the Double Ninth Festival, which is held on the 9th, there are chrysanthemums at the door. ——Wang Bo's "Nine Days" I want to climb high, but no one brings me wine. The chrysanthemums that take pity on my hometown should bloom near the battlefield. ——Cen Shen's "Nine Days of Marching and Thinking of Chang'an Hometown"

The chrysanthemums are blooming, but the chrysanthemums are withered. The flying geese have not yet returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain. ——Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc·Yizhong Mountain" The smell of purple chrysanthemums floats in the courtyard, and the mist drizzles in the evening. ——Li Yu's "Xie Xin'en·The Ran Ran Autumn Light Can't Be Retained" The chrysanthemum planted near the fence has not bloomed in autumn. ——Jiao Ran's "Looking for Lu Hongjian but not meeting him"

The three paths of the hometown are covered with secluded bushes, and frost falls in the blue sky one night. ——Tang Yin's "Chrysanthemum" The emperor uses the wine of Pucheng's mulberry trees, and the general emperor uses the flowers of Xiang's autumn chrysanthemums. ?——Huang Tingjian's "Farewell to the Prince"

The young chrysanthemums contain new colors, and the distant mountains are leisurely covered with mist. ——Yu Xuanji, "Early Autumn" The yellow chrysanthemums in the garden were removed from the fence, and two hibiscus bloomed in the mirror. ——Yu Xuanji's "Double Ninth Festival, Blocking the Rain" Every chrysanthemum is gone yellow, and the Liang Kingdom is as lonely as frost. ——Liu Yuxi "Playing with White Chrysanthemums with Linghu Xianggong"

The chrysanthemums are floating in the courtyard and the yellow jade is thick with dew, and the cold sand is nestled in the cold sand. How can we meet again on a good night? ——Gu Xun's "Huanxi Sha·Tingju Floating with Yellow Jade and Dense Dew" Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loves chrysanthemums ——Zhou Dunyi's "Shuo on Love of Lotus"

Why are chrysanthemums suffering so much, suffering from these two Double Ninth Festivals? ——Li Bai's "The Event on September 10th" On the ninth day, Longshan drank, and the yellow flowers smiled and chased the ministers. ——Li Bai's "Nine Days of Longshan Drinking" There is no wine but golden chrysanthemums blooming, climbing high but remembering autumn.

——Wang Zhenbai's "Nine Days in Chang'an"